1106 My Way.

I guess maybe because I pay extra close attention to little details the nameless roommates from the previous page looked a lot more like DOA characters than they did to me. Not that they weren’t supposed to, but it was meant to be like looking at some kind of weird mirror mirror versions of them. Anyway, whatever. I didn’t want to keep explaining it over and over.

These pages were all made at strange times, with stuff going on. I was distracted a lot of the time, and a lot of mistakes crept in. It also kept building and building, so page 1108 is a complete mess. Well, it’s way off model anyway. I have found that as long as I have a framework up I can repair, or complete, a page pretty quickly, if forced to. The framework always takes the most time though. The upside to having things take too long, or have to be fixed, is that I feel like I have time to add little details I couldn’t normally. Freckles on young Carol, for example. It’s not all bad getting your schedule thrown off anyway.

More adventures of Julius Drywood:

A little way down the hall he found her carefully slinking back towards the others.

“Got spooked, huh?” He smiled.

“A little.” She replied sheepishly.

“You know, it really throws off your sexy cat persona when you scramble away from danger.” He laughed.

“It does not!” She groused. “Cats do that all the time. It’s very catlike to spaz out and run off.”

Julius opened his mouth to rebut, then closed it.

“Fair point.” He admitted. “Did you go far?”

“No… just down there a little.” She said, pointing back the way she had come. “It’s not good over there. I phased in and walked back because it feels gross.”

While her explanation was not technical it was accurate. Julius could feel it too. Even in the short moment he’d been passing under the door. They had to be near the source of whatever powered the ruins. Whatever is was gave off a repellant aura even more pronounced in the shadow plain.
They walked back into the room where Herrin had been hiding. He was not as tall as Julius, but stoutly made and darker skinned. A mop of wild black curls capped his head, and he looked to be a paladin in the same manner as Alina. Still clearly shaken and in a bad way, being found by friends had done a lot of good. He was able to recount the tragic tale of his party and how he had escaped, by sheer luck, into the deeper part of the temple. His injuries had made it impossible to fight his way back across the skeleton room, and this section was sealed off from whatever was next. There was no choice but to wait for rescue, which he actually could have waited for even longer. Julius suspected that madness might have claimed him before then though, and the thought of staying down here for much longer gnawed at him.

“Can you take him to the surface Twig?” Asked Regalius. “Being down here so long… Seems detrimental.”

“I don’t think so… maybe.” Twig frowned. “It’s long, and I’ve done it a lot.”

“I’d rather she not risk it.” Said Julius sternly. “We could lose them both.” There was a tone of finality in his voice that seemed to settle the matter.

“He’s well enough now to come with us.” Said Alina. “Just keep to the center and try not to strain yourself.” She said patting Herrin on the shoulder. Herrin nodded enthusiastically.
“I want to get to the end of this place and get out as soon as we can.” She continued. “It’s already likely to take us a day to get out, even though we have a clear map now.”

“We should rest for a few hour at least.” Niona signed. “I don’t think I can keep going like this if there’s more fighting to be done.” Everyone nodded in silent agreement. They had another miserable cold meal and settled down for a few hours of restless sleep.


So Herrin is John? Guessing from the curls…

Nope. Should I tell you, or would you like to guess more?

….the only other male with dark hair in this comic is…oh duh…Mike….I’m stupid today

And yes, I know Ed has dark hair but you would’ve possibly made a bigger deal about the height if it were him

Yay early comment!

I’m usually the last guy here, this is new for me.

The comments are coming really slowly tonight. Maybe this isn’t a comment worthy page.

“For some reason”
Yeah. That reason is referred to as “taking it for too long”. You can only deal with so much suck in your life before you give up on holding out.

I hear you made an autobots shirt. May I have a moment to tell you about our lord and master Megatron?

That sounds like something Starscream would say just before attempting to shoot Megatron in the back.

Now I’m thinking about scenes from Transformers: The Movie. (The one with Leonard Nimoy.) There’s one in particular with Starscream I’m thinking of. IMO, it’s the scene with Leonord’s best line in the whole movie.

“Julius Drywood”. I wanna come up with something clever and witty to say about this, but honestly my mind just keeps going back to “Greatest title for a virgin ever!”.

I should be Davidicus Drywood. But wait, if it is my title, should it go before or after my name? Drywood Davidicus doesn’t sound half bad either. *muses*

That could end up hounding you in a bad way: “Look, there goes old Drywood Davidicus again…”

It already does, to an extent. Apparently, according to my friends, the ONLY reason I beat them in video games with 90% accuracy is because I’m a virgin. Just virginity. Not skill, or practice, or innate talent, nope. Just cuz I haven’t had sex.

(And frankly, between you and me, and everyone else reading this comment, if I had to choose between being good at video games and sex, I’d choose the good at video games.)

That’ll change if you meet a good lover XD. I was into gaming up until I ‘learnt’ I had better things to be doing,

Sex isn’t the be-all and end-all of existence. And I’m sure you already figured out that your friends are just heckling you with the one thing that’s easy to grab onto and is usually a sensitive issue. If it wasn’t virginity, it would be something else because you’d still be just as good at video games.

Well, at least you’re good at video games. That must not be a reliable indicator, though. Unfortunately, the big hands thing is also BS.

Davidicus Drywood. Would that make you a Branch Davidicus? (* Bricked *)

I am tempted to make a joke, but I am living in Waco right now. I’ve met a couple of Mennonites that live where that compound used to be.

They’re really nice people. I’d feel kind of bad.

One of the guys I’ve volunteered with flew me over that property about a month or so ago.

As your stories tend to be….well…anything but short I have usually not read a lot of them except for a few here and there quickly, but I know enough that you should seriously consider getting a book editor and get some books out, cause you by all the pages you have writed up to now it equal aleast a volume or two++++, and by how far I can measure the response from people on here and by the fact how long you have writed them I’m pretty sure most of your other readers agree on that matter, in fact, I’m pretty they would flyed of the shelves pretty quick(aleast by as many as readers you have) if less capable people can do it am sure you can^_~

Heya Crave. Started reading some months back (over here from Danielle’s GWS page) and have been keeping up since. This is a wonderful strip you got. Looking forward to how the story unfolds. Regards, Dakry.

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